a FIRST!

It's my first ever Mother's day... hurray for me! :o) Anyway, here are two poems that I'd like to share with all the moms out there. I wish I could also say that I wrote them myself (THANK YOU to whoever did pen these) but their sentiments are also mine.

Before I was a Mom

Before I was a Mom-
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom-
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom-
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a mom.

~ Author Unknown


~o0o~


What makes good mothers?

It is a pertinent question whose answer cannot be
contained within a few words.
Mothers comprise of a bundle of emotions
that sometimes defy reason.

So this goes out to all the mothers who have kept awake
all night with their sick toddlers in their arms,
constantly uttering those compassionate words,
"It's OK honey, Mommy's here."

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and
sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who don't.

For those who show up at work with milk stains on their dress
and diapers in their handbags.

For those mothers who cannot restrain tears from trickling down their cheeks when they hold their babies for the first time in their arms; and for the mothers who give birth to babies they'll never see.

For the mothers who gave homes to babies and gifted them a family.

For the mothers who yell at their kids who clamor
for ice cream before dinner.

For the mothers who defy all odds just to watch her kid
perform and repeat to themselves,
"That's my child!!"

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year, and then read it again. "Just one more time."

For the mothers who taught their children to tie the shoelaces
even before they started going to school.

For the mothers who incontinently turn their heads when they hear the word "Mom", even though they know that their kids are nowhere around.

For the mothers who silently shed tears for their
children who have gone astray.

For all those mothers whose heart aches to watch her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time.

For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who were involved in the shooting.

For the mothers of the Survivors, and the mothers who sat in
front of their TVs in horror, clinging to their child
who just arrived from school safely.

So, this is meant for all the young and aged mothers, working mothers and housewives, married mothers and the single mothers, fathers who've had to become mothers, those with money and without, and for those without whom life would have been insufferable.

- Author Unknown